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Good afternoon. As promised, here is a little duck hunting story. A city slicker decided to go duck hunting down in Taney county (on the Arkansas line) and spent 800 dollars on the "right" clothes, licenses, cabin on the lake etc. After spending another 600 for a good shotgun and ammo, he set off on his hunting adventure. On the way to southern Missouri, he had a fender bender and got bruised up but rented a car and continued his trip. When he got to the cabin, he found it was primitive, but he was going to prove to the world that he was a great hunter. On opening day, he went to his blind and tripped and fell into the lake, spraining his knee but again decided to continue on. After several days without seeing a duck, he started to wonder about the "wonderful" world of duck hunting. About two hours before he had to pack up and head home, he saw a lone duck flying over. He shot 6 times and managed to bring the duck down.. The duck fell on top of a barn, bounced a couple of times and fell into the farmer's lot. Excited, he ran to the lot and climbed the barbwire fence. Of course, the way his luck was running, he snagged is 200 dollar insulated coveralls and tore the leg out, in the process tearing a hole in his leg. But that duck was so important to his "manhood" that he continued on. As he reached down to pick it up, he heard a voice "What do you think you are doing?". He turned around and saw the farmer. He explained that he had shot the duck and was picking his duck up to take with him. The farmer looked him over and said "that duck is on my property so it's my duck". The city slicker thought about all of the money he had spent and the agony he had endured and decided he deserved the duck. As he again reached for it, the farmer said "since you're so set on taking my duck, let's settle it Missouri style. "What's that?". The farmer said that is where you face each other and kick each other in the ....groin...until one gives up. The slicker decided it was worth the battle and stood up and faced the farmer and said "give it your best shot". The farmer did exactly that and the slicker fell to the ground in agony. After 5 minutes, he managed to get up and said to the farmer "OK it's my turn" but the farmer looked him in the eye and said "Nah, it's your duck".

How's that for a groaner.